T E N

❝ perhaps i don't deserve
nice things cause i am
paying for sins i don't
remember ❞
                                                         - Rupi Kaur;
                                                           Milk & Honey

WARNING. this chapter includes mentions of self harm and suicide. its pretty graphic.

Margo Frasier stood silently in her bedroom, she was staring out the window, watching some of the neighbourhood kids playing in the street, riding their bikes, play fighting and kicking a football about. Margo's bruises were a lot worse than any of the times her father had hit her. One side of her face was littered with blue and purple bruising and the other side was mostly fine, just a bruise on her jaw.

Her ribs were bruised too- luckily she hadn't broken anything, but it hurt to breathe sometimes. She'd been off school for a week, and she hadn't seen anyone but Summer, who was still going strong with Ethan.

Margo moved away from the window and checked her phone- 4 messages off Simon. She had been ignoring him all week, not because she was angry or sad- she just didn't want to talk to him, she didn't want to see him when she looked so rough and so...broken.

Margo went onto Facebook and saw some comments on her wall telling her to get well soon. There were some messages that read slag or whore or kill yourself. She hovered over one, reading the name- it was one of the girls who beat her up, she'd commented that she was sorry for everything.

Margo breathed out deeply, her hands leaving the mouse and keyboard. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small pen knife. She had kept the knife in her drawer, she sometimes got it out, and just the sight of the knife she had tried to kill herself with would ease her conscience. Not today; she had other plans.

She walked into her bathroom and began running herself a bath. She grabbed her phone and then went back into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Just as the water was at the perfect level and temperature she undressed. She picked up her phone and texted Simon Minter.

goodbye Simon Minter. i love you.

She put her phone down on the side and stepped into the bath before sitting down. She reached up for the knife, her hands shaking as she took it into her grip.

The cold metal eased her shaking and she pressed the button to flick out the knife.

Her phone buzzed on the sink rim, she closed her eyes and forced herself not to pick it up. She leaned back against the bath tub and slowly raised her arm up. The knife in her right hand, she pushed the blade against the scars of her past. She pushed harder, deeper than she had ever done before and dragged the blade across her wrist. Blood seeped out of the gash, the clear water soon became murky and crimson. She breathed in as she shakily transferred the knife to her other hand, she did the same action onto her right wrist, it was more jagged and messy, but it was just as deep as the other.

She lay back, her eyes filled with water and her lip bitten to hold back her sobs of pain and pity. She was truly broken, all over again. She would finally be giving everyone what they so desperately wanted; her death.

• • • •

Simon Minter stared at the text for a few more minutes. He wasn't sure what it meant exactly, but he wanted to find out. He pushed the phone into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled on his trainers, lacing them up. He grabbed his jacket and as he left his house he pulled it on over his t-shirt. He travelled along the dimly lit streets, attempting to call Margo's phone again. He was 10 minutes away now.

He rang again, but the phone just rang out. He started running then, he was scared, worried for her wellbeing. He rushed up her driveway and banged on the door.

Diana opened the door and was startled by the look on the boys face.

"Is Margo home?" Simon asks and Diana nods.

"Shes up in her room," Diana says and Simon pushes past, racing up the stairs, almost tripping in the process.

"MARGO?!" Simon calls as he sees the door with her name on it. He opens it and his eyes dart round, he sees the bathroom door is closed.

"Margo?" He asks, knocking on the door.

Suddenly Diana is in the room too, and Terry is making his way up the stairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" Diana asks and Simon pulls out his phone and shows her the message.

"I think she's trying...Trying again," Simon says and Diana gasps, looking at her husband as he enters the room.

"Who the fuck is this?" Terry asks and Simon looks at the door.

"Its locked, we need to break it open," Simon says and Diana nods.

"Terry our daughter, shes in there, the door needs to come off right now," Diana says and Terry nods. Terry kicks the door, the wood cracks slightly.

"Fuck sake," Terry mutters, kicking it again. More cracking.

"One more," Diana sobs and Simon nods.

Terry kicks the door with all the strength he could muster and the door caves in, Simon pushes through, seeing Margo lying in a bath filled with water and blood.

His eyes scan over the wounds and then to her face, his fingers press against her neck.

"She's not breathing, theres no pulse," Simon calls and Terry takes out his phone and calls 999.

Diana stands in the doorway, a complete panic stricken mess.

"We need to get her out the bath," Simon says and he reaches into the bath and picks up Margo, her body was limp and her head fell back as he tightened his grip round her wet body.

"My baby," Diana says, reaching for her daughter.

Simon carries her into the bedroom and lies her naked body onto the floor. Terry turns away as he speaks to the call responder.

Margo's eyes were closed as Simon pumped his hands on her chest, counting in his head. He pinched her nose and breathed into her mouth before closing it and continuing to pump her chest.

"Fuck Margo, please just breathe," Simon says and Terry glances round.

"Ambulance will be here in 2 minutes," He says and Diana kneels down beside her daughter, a hand running through her damp hair.

"Look at my girl, look at my golden girl," She sobs as Simon breathes into Margo's mouth again.

"Still nothing," Simon says, checking her pulse again. He continues to breathe and pump her chest, his arms and lungs were growing tired.

He was just about to give up, he checked her pulse one last time.

"Shes dead isn't she?" Diana asks and Simon looks down, his fingers still resting on her neck.

Suddenly he felt a twitch against his fingers.

"Wait-" Simon says, moving his fingers a little, "Its slow, but theres a pulse!"

Diana breathes a sigh of relief, her tears flooding her cheeks as Terry brings the ambulance crew upstairs.

They cover her up as they push a breathing mask over her mouth and hoist her onto a stretcher.

Simon follows them downstairs and watches the love of his life be placed into the back of an ambulance. The doors close behind her, her mother and father in the ambulance with her.

He watches as the blue lights come on and the siren sounds. She was gone, and he was left standing in the street, the children had stopped riding their bikes, the football had rolled away down the street and the play fighting had long since ended. All that could be heard was the sound of the ambulance siren fading away.

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Thank you for reading!
And thank you for waiting so long for an update, I'm sorry about that

I'm also sorry this chapter was quite dark, and I apologise for those who perhaps didn't like the mentions of attempted suicide- but I did place a warning at the beginning.

Again, thanks for reading!

~KatnissBajanCanadian❤